Mda aparent am reusit sa racesc la 36 de grade.Ma rog, deocamdata nu-mi curge decat nasul dar restul va veni repede.Faza tare este ca deobicei atunci cand racesc incep si fac lucruri dubioase.Ceea ce o sa povestesc nu o sa aiba vreo logica sau ordine anume ci vor fi doar niste intamplari scrise la 2 noaptea :D
Odata, imi amintesc ca mama primise un ceas-radio-ornament in forma de con din aluminiu.Imi placea mai ales fiindca avea o antena care se ridica si ma jucam cu chestiuta aia intr-una.Fiind racit, in una din bucatile in care ma simteam mai bine, am vazut "ceasul" langa mine si m-am apucat iarasi sa ma joc cu el.La un moment dat mi-am luat mana de pe el si am vazut cum in jurul locului unde fusese mana mea se formasera urme din aburi.Nimic special.Dar eram fascinat.Priveam stupefiat cum urma mainii mele ramane pe ceas si apoi dispare.Dupa ce am repetat procesul de vreo douazeci de mii de ori, am chemat-o pe mama si i-am aratat.Probabil ca aratam de parca descoperisem o noua planeta.Ea a ras si a plecat.Era de parca comisese o blasfemie.Nu mi-a pasat si m-am jucat cu ceasul ala pana s-a stricat intr-un final, probabil in urma multor rugaciuni din partea familiei lui ca sa-l ia Dumneceas (Da, exista Dumnezeul ceasurilor) din mainile mele.
Alta data eram racit calumea si asteptam sa-mi faca bunica un ceai.Deobicei nu sunt un fan al ceaiului dar atunci era de parca nu mai puteam trai doua secunde fara ceai.Ma rog, a venit ceaiul frumusel, s-a asezat pe masa (a se citi a fost asezat [deja nu mai exista nimic in afara ceaiului]) si cand atins cana, BUM! mi-a pocnit in mana.Eu eram ceva in genul CE NAIBA TEMPERAURA AM DE-AM REUSIT SA SPARG CANA???
Nu conteaza ca mai citisem de vreo zece ori ca daca pui ceva fierbinte repede intr-un pahar acesta se va sparge.Ma imaginam mai ceva ca torta umana, radiind caldura, si ma intrebam de ce nu se topea masa.
Oh da si cea mai nerdy faza a mea a fost atunci cand am facut varicela.Eram varza si de-abia ma puteam misca sau gandi dar m-am dus pana la calculator si-am intrat pe wow sa le spun prietenilor ca sunt bolnav :P
Bai daca mai imi amintesc ceva promit ca o sa revin.Deocamdata pace in lume si limonada.Noapte buna, sa visati lumea toata.
miercuri, 4 august 2010
marți, 3 august 2010
Endless war
The darkness surrounded the camp like a veil.It was torn apart here and there by the fluorescent lights.My head was hurting and I wished I could go to bed.I had reached the age of 12 three weeks ago and since then I had been travelling towards the camp.I was travelling with a massive group of kids, all being the same age as I was. We arrived at the gates and entered the camp.
That was my first night as a soldier.The first night of my real life.Since our arrival we had undergone intense training in order to earn our place.The Sons of Light.Thats what we were called.Fighting for our world against evil.Our enemies were heartless monsters, they had kidnapped our families and killed them all.They had no emotions or fears so neither did we.We had been taught to hate our enemies, to kill them.All the people I had met were orphans and with each person met, the hatred for my enemy grew.
On the night of my 32nd birthday the sirens came to life and we all knew what was going to happen.It was time.Time we faced our enemies.I quickly geared up and ran to the gates, awaiting to charge upon my enemy.We were a force of good, we were the bringers of justice, we were immortal.
A terrible storm had started and the rain was pouring on top of me but nothing mattered anymore, nothing could stop me from achieveing my goal.The gates oppened and I began to run towards the enemy front.I saw shadows moving through the night and I opened fire.I heard my enemies scream in pain as bullets were ripping through them.I felt what I believed was God giving me power to defeat my enemies.
Our enemies were terrified as they fled from us and didn't even retaliate to our attacks.
Suddenly one of the shadows leaped in front of me and I kicked it in the what I supposed was the head.The shadow fell down and then lightning struck the earth.In front of me lay a wounded woman, bearly breathing.She was nothing like the monsters we had been thought to hate.She had no weapons, no way of defending herself.Lightning struck again and again ripping through the darkness and revealing terrible images of defensless people being slaughtered by "The Sons of Light".The images were burnt into my mind, not being able to understand what was happenng.We were not bringers of justice and goodness, we were cold-blooded killers.It had to stop.
I imediatelly threw down my weapons and my armor running back towards the camp, to stop this massacre.Lightning struck once again, revealing one of my close friends from the camp.When he saw me he imediatelly took aim and fired.At first I felt nothing.Then I felt the bullets passing through me leaving burning trails after them.I fell in the mud and I felt the man's boots on top of me as he marched over me.The second lie had been broken.Then I understood.There was no justice or good in our acts but pure murder.A war for power.Human against human fighting for nothing more than power.
Lightning struck yet again and with its end came mine.The end of a victim of an endless war...
That was my first night as a soldier.The first night of my real life.Since our arrival we had undergone intense training in order to earn our place.The Sons of Light.Thats what we were called.Fighting for our world against evil.Our enemies were heartless monsters, they had kidnapped our families and killed them all.They had no emotions or fears so neither did we.We had been taught to hate our enemies, to kill them.All the people I had met were orphans and with each person met, the hatred for my enemy grew.
On the night of my 32nd birthday the sirens came to life and we all knew what was going to happen.It was time.Time we faced our enemies.I quickly geared up and ran to the gates, awaiting to charge upon my enemy.We were a force of good, we were the bringers of justice, we were immortal.
A terrible storm had started and the rain was pouring on top of me but nothing mattered anymore, nothing could stop me from achieveing my goal.The gates oppened and I began to run towards the enemy front.I saw shadows moving through the night and I opened fire.I heard my enemies scream in pain as bullets were ripping through them.I felt what I believed was God giving me power to defeat my enemies.
Our enemies were terrified as they fled from us and didn't even retaliate to our attacks.
Suddenly one of the shadows leaped in front of me and I kicked it in the what I supposed was the head.The shadow fell down and then lightning struck the earth.In front of me lay a wounded woman, bearly breathing.She was nothing like the monsters we had been thought to hate.She had no weapons, no way of defending herself.Lightning struck again and again ripping through the darkness and revealing terrible images of defensless people being slaughtered by "The Sons of Light".The images were burnt into my mind, not being able to understand what was happenng.We were not bringers of justice and goodness, we were cold-blooded killers.It had to stop.
I imediatelly threw down my weapons and my armor running back towards the camp, to stop this massacre.Lightning struck once again, revealing one of my close friends from the camp.When he saw me he imediatelly took aim and fired.At first I felt nothing.Then I felt the bullets passing through me leaving burning trails after them.I fell in the mud and I felt the man's boots on top of me as he marched over me.The second lie had been broken.Then I understood.There was no justice or good in our acts but pure murder.A war for power.Human against human fighting for nothing more than power.
Lightning struck yet again and with its end came mine.The end of a victim of an endless war...
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